Protestant
I'm steeped in the rage
of a bloody Red Rose
but I never sleep,
a Protestant of Arousal
condemmed to be burned
by the red rose lips
of Lancastrian Princes
and I cringe,
bartering blood against honeyed tongues
for scraps of faith in myself.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2009
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